I watch Jenn all the way to the corner.
Because I may not know her last name, or anything about her—save her mean right hook—but I know enough. And I’ll be damned if this is the last I see of her.
I let out a chuckle, and Melissa looks over, confused. “Nothing,” I say quickly. “Come on, let’s go to dinner.” I’ll let her down gently over some filet mignon, it’s the least I can do.
Piper was right, after all. I’m the next to fall.
Now, all I have to do is find her again.
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TO BE CONTINUED…